Novel & Cerita Surrendering To My Mafia Wife

Maria was having her lunch when I came out of the bathroom. She got a call and informed me about her departure back home. I got annoyed and asked why she needed to go. Apparently her dumb husband was returning to the city tonight and she needed to be at home to avoid any suspicions. I groaned also realizing how I needed to be at the party tonight to celebrate my one year sham of a marriage anniversary. She got up and was hurriedly heading towards the bathroom when I grabbed her pulling her towards me. I looked deep into her light brown eyes and told her. “Things won't be like this forever my queen. I swear to make you mine not secretly but publicly and officially. Once my father steps down a

"The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." For the sake of a lie, they stood by and let me be humiliated. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it. ... "Sign it." Raphael didn't wait for my response. He slid a document, sealed with blood-red wax, across the table to me. The gesture was light, but the document landed with a crushing weight.

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

“Why should your wife decide what’s best for you?” I clenched my fists, holding back my anger. “You don’t get it, do you?” I said, my voice firm. “My wife didn’t force me to leave the mafia. I did it because I chose her, because I wanted something better for both of us. Not for your political games.” “Well, let’s put it this way,” he said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. “since you quit the mafia, you could work for me privately. Name your price.”

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

His thumb traced the line of her jaw, his skin searingly hot compared to the cool, clinical touch she was used to. "You’re terrified," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "But you aren't disgusted. That’s your problem, isn't it?" "I am his wife," she hissed, pulling back. "He saved my mother. He saved me. I belong to him." Dante’s eyes darkened, the playful malice replaced by something sharper. "You belong to a name. A title. But in this house, names don’t keep you warm at night. And gratitude is a very poor substitute for a heartbeat."

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

“I’m doing just fine now. You don’t need to concern yourself, Don Nico.” “Lena, stop pretending.” The sarcasm on Nico’s face deepened. “Everyone knows that five years ago, the Sorrentino family was wiped out and pushed out of the mafia circle. You were like a stray dog, unable to lift your head. “If I hadn’t shown some mercy, would you have had the chance to run off to Nassau and survive?” I looked coldly at the man in front of me. “By mercy, do you mean announcing at my wedding that you’d take responsibility for your pregnant widowed sister-in-law and turning me, the bride, into the laughingstock of New Haven?”